

A tad troubled I must say
My eyes seem to see what no others try too.
My teacher watches me criticize a photo and can’t seem to comprehend
How I can take so much from it.
I was born with a sixth sense,
My eyes a blessing of reading through ones existence
All your lies and false commitments
I see your smiles, and I see your genuineness,
I see what you hide although I’ll never let you know it.
I see what you feel, but I won’t push it out.
I know you love me, although theres times I doubt.
I see the pain you’ve carried from an attempt to erase past.
I know you don’t believe, but in time this will pass.
Life is best read through vision.
Although sound is another great form of depiction.